Why Brazil? I asked. “I bought it on e-bay. You see, it’s half black and half white, anti-racism jersey.” I met Alex at the Mondial de la bière where he was working. I have a soft spot for people going to work in a soccer shirt. And this is not your ordinary jersey but a special Anti-Racism edition. Alex bought the one with Pelé’s name on … Continue reading Brazil, Alex
Why Brasil? I asked. “I have the shirt for a long time and just decided to wear it today.” I saw him at the ATM inside the bank and waited patiently outside. Darren, just like every other person in a soccer shirt, was happy to have his photograph taken. He came from Ontario to study in Montreal. He told me how he bought the jersey … Continue reading Brazil, Darren
Why Brasil? I asked. “I just like Brazilian football.” I interrupted Ahmed while he was texting, determined not to let him go without a picture. He didn’t need much convincing. Ahmed is from Egypt but he lives in Montreal, again a number of continents meet in a single football shirt. I’ve never seen a guy on the street dressed in a jersey that fits him so … Continue reading Brazil, Ahmed
Why Brasil? I asked. “My name is Moreira.” When I spotted a Brazilian shirt coming down the street I briefly debated if I should include in this series the people wearing a national team shirt. But Mr. Moreira was too good looking to let him pass by. I stopped him as he walked by me with his family. Our brief conversation revealed that Mr. Moreira … Continue reading Brazil, Moreira
